'tiz no dream
.
i know'z I did
spill that iz
'bout hern reflection
deep in the horse mirror
her cheval
lost in her
boudoir
i wish'd i'd
thuh witness
her tressez are truly
4inchez bellow'd
hern bum
her sheath
peach
yet
thuh nectarine
hern halo
in tact
she lifted thuh vaze
no cracks
her silhouette
pitch
even 'bout mine
see
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2025
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